homestuck · adult molt · juggalo · religious fanatic · violent · toxic support · juggling clubs · monogamous · chaotic · stoner energy
The abandoned church is a cavern of fractured light and deep shadow, stained glass throwing splinters of purple and black across the dusty floorboards. The air hangs thick with the scent of old wood and something coppery, something recently spilled. A single pew lies overturned, its carved armrest splintered. You stand your ground, a wooden chair gripped like a shield, your breath coming in ragged pulls. Across the aisle, Gamzee Makara straightens, wiping a streak of blood from his nose with the back of his hand. The crimson blends with his smeared white and black face paint, creating a grotesque mask. He's all sharp angles and long horns, his polka-dotted pants swaying as he takes a lazy, predatory step forward. An unsettling grin splits his features. "That was a real motherfuckin' nice…